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Characters/Pairings: Luka Couffaine, Marinette Dupain-Cheng; Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng
Rating: Teen and Up
Summary: Luka should be sleeping. It’s a big day tomorrow, after all. Except his sister’s banging on his door after midnight with a special delivery…
Author’s Notes/Warnings: I was watching a clip from Fjord & Jester’s wedding, and it got me kicking something stupid around, and I was bored on hold entirely too long today. Oops? 😂
“Big Day Tomorrow”
Luka was not expecting the knock on his door at…nearly one o’clock in the morning.
He was supposed to be asleep, for one. Tomorrow was a big day, after all, and he had to be over at the boat early to help finish setting everything up. It was going to be an amazing day, but it was also going to be a long one, and he wasn’t sure when he’d actually get another chance to sleep. He needed his rest. Anyone that would be knocking on his door would be in the same boat, actually, which brought him back to: who the hell was knocking at this time of night?
In light of my recent decision to change writing styles, a fic I had started (but have since abandoned) I had commissioned art for, it's not fair to not share the wonder @thefalsevyper 's work with the world. So here is the art is for a fic that will never see the light of day
It had taken a long time to find the perfect bell. Nothing too high-pitched, but strong enough to carry through the little shop. Marinette glanced up at the low peal and cursed the placement of the new garment rack. She couldn't see the door from her sewing stool behind the counter anymore. Thankfully, she had a stellar employee in one of her best friends.
"Rose?"
"I got it, Marinette! Don't you worry. You make the customers happy with that needle, and I'll take care of sales."
It had been terrifying going into business with her best friend. There was no shortage of horror stories about ruined friendships because of business drama. But Rose had been absolutely confident that not only would their friendship be fine, but that Marinette's boutique would thrive. And while the fledgling business hadn't yet stood the test of time, working alongside Rose had been fun. Regret had no power at A Rose-Tinted Wardrobe by MDC.
"Welcome in! Let me know if you have any questions." Rose's cheerful voice floated across the shop while Marinette focused on finishing the last couple of inches of hand-sewing. Since they were new, she did want to greet their customers if at all possible. Once this seam was sorted, she would find their customer. After all, she wanted the shop to be memorable. Maybe one day she wouldn't feel the need to meet everyone who walked into her shop, but today was not that day.
Rose wound her way through the clothing stands, looking for whomever she had greeted. She caught sight of a dark head a couple of racks over, but they were quiet as they browsed. Marinette made ready-to-wear stuff that filled the boutique in addition to the bespoke and custom pieces that she worked on for the kinds of clients who didn't usually do their shopping in public.
Carefully straightening dresses and angling hats just so as she went, Rose made sure every corner of the shop shone. Finally, she caught sight of their customer. She was tall, with purple-accented black hair and the kind of gothic elegance that always made Rose's heart beat a little faster.
She froze, one hand still clinging to the hanger she'd adjusted. Chill. She had to be cool. Smooth like the cerulean silk skirt of that dress Mari had just finished.
The woman turned towards her, browsing the clothes with one free elbow to make up for her full hands. A coffee mug in one hand, a phone in the other, and a cute casket-shaped handbag dangled from her other elbow. All attempts at calm or cool dissipated like water on a hot skillet the moment Rose caught sight of her black ruffled blouse. Several buttons had escaped the confines of their holes, leaving a gap in the material to reveal a corset bra that left her breathless where she stood. She sucked in a deep breath to pull herself together. It worked. Barely.
Chill. Casual. "Hey, dude. You've got your shit unbuttoned." No, no no! Not that casual! Was this how Marinette felt all the time?!
The woman glanced down and frowned. Her voice was soft, like the whisper of fabric, "Could you help me out? My hands are full."
"Yeah, I got you!" Rose answered promptly, diving for the buttons. In two shakes, she had her done up and resituated. Once she was finished, there was considerably more heat in her cheeks than was warranted for the cool afternoon. Maybe she should have skipped readjusting her cleavage for her. Casual. She smiled, meeting the woman's stunning amber eyes once more. Stay cool. "There you are, brother." If not for her natural enthusiasm and boundless confidence, she would have cried at the words that kept escaping her in the face of true beauty.
The whispered "thanks" was all but lost as the girl slipped around the corner. Rose stared longingly after her until she heard Marinette clear her throat behind her. Rose turned, on the verge of gushing about their gorgeous customer, but the look in Marinette's eyes froze her.
"What the h— was that?"
Marinette never cursed during business hours. Not out loud, at least. It was kind of funny.
"Customer service?" Rose answered. The golden haze of longing was slowly dissipating under the reality of Marinette's shocked expression, and a new thought slid through Rose's mind. Maybe, just maybe, she should have offered to hold her drink or bag instead of buttoning her shirt…
Marinette's eyes darted between her and the counter where the gorgeous goth girl had paused. She heaved a sigh that let Rose know she wasn't done with her yet. "Oh, my gosh. Rose. I'm going to meet her at the counter… but… Ugh! I can't believe she hasn't fled yet."
Shaking with shock at what she'd just witnessed, Marinette made her way up to the counter where their customer had come to a stop near the jewelry display.
Her voice floated softly across the space, "You do custom stuff?"
Marinette plastered on a smile, biting back the urge to apologize for Rose's handsiness. What's done was done, and there was no way she would be able to get the right words out without swallowing her foot whole. "Yes! If you want a specific style in a specific color palette, I can make it happen. I've even incorporated personal effects or momentos into some pieces. That goes for the clothes too."
"Cool." She held out a plum-colored velvet patterned skirt and a black chiffon blouse. "I'll take these for now, but I'll definitely be back."
Nodding, Marinette rang her up, wrapping the clothes carefully before handing them over in one of her signature pink bags. She watched as she left, glancing nervously in Rose's direction on her way out. Probably wary of being assaulted. Again.
Rose all but appeared at her elbow the moment the low chiming of the bell ceased. "I've never seen anyone more composed or beautiful in my life. Did you see her eyes?" She sighed, long and breathy. "And her voice? O.m.g. Like the whisper of drifting leaves or falling satin, inviting me closer to hear her better," she swooned dramatically, draping herself over the counter.
Marinette's mouth fell open. "We're lucky she didn't accuse us of harassment! You can't grope customers, Rose!"
Rose turned wide blue eyes on her. "I didn't grope her! It's called customer service."
"She said she'd be back. Let's hope she doesn't bring the police."
Rose moaned, exasperated. "Don't be ridiculous. She asked for help with her buttons. She isn't going to come after us for helping her out."
Marinette huffed. "Rose! You touched more than her buttons!"
Rose caught her lip between her teeth in an attempt not to smile. She had done that, hadn't she? The bustier had shifted, and Rose had made sure the girls were situated properly once she was done-up. She was definitely enamored with more than her eyes. "—I"
Marinette was glaring at her. Rose swallowed. "Okay, maybe I did grope her a little—but I didn't mean to! I just wanted to be helpful. It's on me, okay. If she complains, I'll take full responsibility. The shop will be safe."
Black hair swished around her neck as Marinette shook her head. "No. We're a team. Just—don't grab anyone else's boobs on the job, okay?"
Rose made her promises, hugging Marinette before skipping off when the bell pealed its merry welcome to a group of lycée-aged girls.
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Juleka walked home in a daze, barely registering the world around her. She knew she'd bought something from the cute new shop, but couldn't for the life of her remember what was in the bag. All she could think about was the shopgirl. Golden hair, the brightest smile she'd ever seen, and quick, deft hands. And sitting just below the scooped neckline of her pink top was a nametag that read Rose. It was a perfect name for a girl like that. A girl made of sunshine with a face more welcoming than a garden full of flowers.
Music greeted her as she boarded the Liberty. That was life as a Couffaine. Music and a touch of madness. She wouldn't have it any other way. Except now she wondered what her life would be like if she brought Rose into the hold. The music shifted, mirroring her mood—a tangled, wistful sort of sound that came with Luka's concerned eyes. Rose had blue eyes too. It was a comforting color. A color that cared.
"What's up, Jules?"
"I found a new shop. Custom jewelry and clothes…" She remembered that much. Ma's birthday was coming up, and she and Luka had been looking for a place that could do something out of the box. "Someone grabbed my boobs, and I can't stop thinking about it."
"What?!" The music stopped, and Luka stood, a storm in his eyes.
Juleka shook her head. "Not like that—I mean. Kind of like that, but not."
Luka dragged a hand down his face. "What the hell, Jules?"
"My buttons came undone. The salesgirl told me, but my hands were full, so I asked for her help, and she just—" Juleka stopped, grinning as she relived the moment.
"She?" Luka prompted, a note of relief in his voice.
"I thought maybe she would hold my stuff." The adorable blonde had only held her stuff for a second. Juleka whimpered.
Luka groaned, dropping back into his seat. "I take it she buttoned your top?"
"Mmhmm. And then she made sure everything was sitting right. God, her hands."
Her brother grabbed his guitar again, plucking at the strings in a way that reminded her of buttons popping out of holes… "I think I've heard enough—unless you actually do want me to beat her up."
"Fuck, no." She hoped nothing bad happened to Rose, ever, but a dangerous idea settled over her… "I need you to be my wingman."
"What? No. C'mon." Luka sounded exasperated. Not that she could blame him. If the tables had been turned… ew. The idea of helping her brother hook up with someone made her shudder. But she had social anxiety, and Rose's eyes were still dancing above that perfect smile in her mind. Luka had always helped her and would always help her. She trusted that more than she trusted the sun to rise in the mornings. He had visited every flat and been there at each tenant interview when she wanted to move out, had been there when she signed her first lease, and had already taken time off to help her move in at the start of the next month, when her place would really be hers. Luka was her rock.
"Please? I need to see her again. I only know where she works. I don't know how to do this. I don't want to be creepy."
Luka laughed through a sigh, gesturing at her. Looking down, she couldn't help but understand. Creepy was kind of her whole thing. "Good luck with that."
"Okay, Jerk. I don't want to be an asshole, then."
Luka shook his head as the music changed under his fingertips—something that sounded like it belonged in a spy movie. "Alright. I'll go to look at the jewelry for Ma. And if your handsy salesgirl is there, I'll see what I can do to help you flirt."
"She wasn't handsy—not really. She was helpful."
Luka grunted. "Only because you liked it. This would be a very different story if you hadn't."
Juleka sighed. "I know, I know. But I did, so…"
"So we'll go back. But you know you can't push, right?"
"Of course!" Juleka stamped a foot, rolling her eyes when Luka raised a brow at her. "She's probably not interested. She called me brother, and dude." She'd been trying not to think about that part, but Luka was right; she needed to be prepared for rejection.
"Ouch," Luka winced, empathetic to his core.
"Yeah. Not exactly flirty."
Luka's head bobbed to the music for a second. Juleka waited, knowing it took him time to sort out his words. "Unless she was trying to make you more comfortable while she groped—helped you."
Juleka pulled her new ensemble from the bag. It was super cute and looked well-made. Those buttons would probably stay closed until she was good and ready for them to open. "Either way, it was the best customer service I've ever received."
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When a few days passed without angry police, lawyers, or mafia hitmen showing up at A Rose-Tinted Wardrobe, Marinette finally relaxed. It had been silly to let one little event stress her out so much. If Rose had been the kind of person to go around groping people, she might not have been so appalled—but the whole thing had been extremely out of character, and she hadn't known how to handle it or what kind of fallout to expect. But everything had been fine.
Rose smiled and sold their ready-made pieces. Marinette designed new ideas and put finishing touches on custom pieces while managing to meet and greet some of their new customers. It was her favorite day of the week—post-day. All of her recent high-end commissions were wrapped up and ready to ship to Clara Nightingale, Jagged Stone, and even a special piece for Françoise Bettencourt Meyers of L'Oréal fame. They closed early on Fridays so she could swing by La Poste before taking it easy at home with her sketchbook or letting Rose drag her out somewhere for drinks or music or, more often than not, both.
There was only an hour left of the workday when the little bell pealed out a cheerful welcome. Marinette smiled, ready to greet their guests, when she caught sight of the girl Rose had accosted. The blood drained from her face, leaving chilled flesh in its wake. The girl wasn't alone. A tall man with blue-tipped hair and noticeable tattoos followed her closely. Her heart sped up. He was here to avenge his friend. She and Rose were small. There would be blood. The carefully constructed garments that surrounded her would never recover. Marinette sucked in a breath. This was her shop, and Rose was her friend. She wouldn't go down without a fight. She straightened her spine, even as she swayed. There was something she needed to remember…
"Hey." A hand landed gently on her shoulder. "You need to bend your knees."
Right. She was always forgetting that. But first things first. "You can't have her. She's mine." Then the world went fuzzy and faded to black.
Juleka turned the corner and stopped dead. Luka was holding the other girl, the one who wasn't Rose, in an awkward sort of bridal carry with a panicked look on his face.
"What ha—"
"No! Don't hurt her!" Rose shrieked, running from the other side of the shop and vaulting over a display to skid to a stop in front of them. She turned pleading eyes on Juleka. "I'm sorry. It's my fault. Please don't blame Marinette. I shouldn't have grabbed your boobs even though it was the greatest experience of my life. I should have asked or held your drink or something. I didn't mean to be a cad! I promise I was only trying to help. Take me instead."
"Greatest experience…?" Juleka mumbled the words in shock, her face heating rapidly.
"Woah," Luka tried to comfort the panicked shopgirl, but was hampered by the unconscious woman in his arms. "We didn't come here to blame anyone for anything."
"We wanted to talk about a custom piece of jewelry for our mom," Juleka added, unsure of how to help.
Rose looked between them before glancing at Marinette as she stirred with a groan. "What happened?"
Their voices came out in stereo—even if the inflection was drastically different.
Luka shrugged. "She looked pale, stiff. So I told her to bend her knees. She didn't." He glanced down at Marinette. She was beautiful. Soft in his arms, but the vision of her standing defiantly to protect her coworker (friend, lover?) was etched in his mind.
There had been strength behind the pallor, and a song of righteous protection bled from her soul even as she struggled to get her bearings. He found himself inexplicably jealous of the kind of customer service Juleka had received earlier in the week.
"I can—you can put me down now." The girl in his arms met his eyes, and the pallor had been replaced by rosy cheeks and trepidation that showed in a trembling lip.
"Right." He set her down carefully, keeping a hand within a few inches of her just in case.
"Thank you for your assistance. Now, like I was saying before—Rose is my employee, and I take full responsibility for her actions."
"We don't —" Luka began.
"Dinner," Juleka stated, eyes flying to Rose. "If you're going to feel a girl up, you should buy her dinner first."
"Right," Luka added. "Juleka just came to give you her number. That, and we wanted to see the jewelry." His eyes flitted to Marinette. "My sister mentioned that she experienced the best customer service here."
"Oh." Marinette still seemed confused.
Rose beamed and bounced lightly on her toes. "I'd be happy to take you to dinner, but before you start sharing stories of our customer service, you should know that the level you received is reserved for you alone."
Juleka flushed at the insinuation, but she couldn't hold back a smile at the admission. "Good to know. I guess I can keep it in the family."
Rose frowned slightly. "In the—" she glanced at Luka and Marinette, her eyes widening in understanding. "Oh. Yes. Perfect. Thank you."
Juleka reached out towards Luka. "I'm going to have a look around before we ask Marinette about the jewelry." Her hand caught the edge of the leather vest he wore over an old band tee, snapping two of the buttons off and sending them skittering across the wood floors.
Rose snorted, covering it with a cough. "Oh, nooo."
"Rose?" Marinette looked at her coworker. She was looking better, but apparently fainting took a lot out of her.
Rose grinned. "Well, you know me. We've been besties forever. I can't sew worth a lick. And you made all of this." She gestured around the shop like a proud mama. "So, uh, I'll let you help Juleka's brother…
"Luka," Juleka answered quickly. Her brother had been willing to help her with her crush; the least she could do was admit he had a name.
"…Luka, with his buttons. Seeing as he caught you when you fainted and all. Customer service is important to us."
Marinette nodded slowly. "Right. Of course. I have sewing supplies behind the counter—"
Luka jumped in as she bent over to retrieve a button, snagging it off the ground before Marinette could go heels over head. "How about I get you to a chair and then find the buttons myself? Don't want you passing out on me again."
Marinette flushed pink as she looked up at him. "Sorry about that. I don't usually—"
"Nope. No worries. I'm glad I could help." Luka assured her in that low, comforting voice of his. She'd woken up to that low rumble with his arms around her, and it would be a lie to say she hadn't enjoyed it.
In seconds, she was back on her stool, and a minute later, Luka was there, two buttons in hand. "So, how do you want me? Your coworker helped Jules with her buttons while she was still in the shirt. Is that a store policy?"
"What?!" Marinette's head snapped up, the confusion burning away. Her eyes met the ocean-blue depths of the man who had been holding her only moments before. Waves of heat and cold washed over her. He was hot and sweet, and she was a mess, and did he really want her to sew his vest while he was wearing it?
"Sorry. That was out of line. I'm not very good with words." Luka said grimly.
"You're fine." Marinette blurted. She shook her head. "So fine. But considering the needle, maybe you could take it off for me."
"Sure thing," Luka said with a slow smile.
Rose looked at Juleka, putting Marinette out of mind for the moment. Her girl was slow, but deep. She'd get there, but in the meantime, she had her own customer to service. "Was there anything you wanted me to help you find?"
Juleka smiled at her. "I like purple. And the blouse I bought earlier this week fits perfectly."
Rose eyed her with a wink. "I bet it did. I know just the thing. Marinette made this incredible deep violet gothic-styled top with the coolest asymmetrical peplum."
Juleka inclined her head, ready to follow the blonde pixie just about anywhere. "Okay. Sounds like a good start."
Rose led the way through the shop, calling back as Juleka followed. "My favorite detail is the keyhole neckline. It looks like it was made for you."
Juleka watched Rose as she talked animatedly about the perfect blouse. She had a feeling that the clothes weren't the only things in the shop that were made for her. As subtly as she could, she undid one of her buttons. Sometimes, actions spoke louder than words.
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